A/N: Hey everyone! Finally watched Sunday's episode of Revenge and can I just say, Wow! More than I was expecting. This chapter starts on that episode! Hope you all enjoy! Please keep the reviews coming, they make me really happy! Enjoy!

Carbo loading with Charlotte had been great fun, and I'd learned a lot about the girl. I was surprised to learn she had recently spent some time in Europe, and found it nice to share memories of Europe together, though I was careful to keep my memories in check knowing much of my time in Europe had been forced by my mother's fear of losing me. It had made much of my time bittersweet, making it easier to hear Charlotte's memories rather than my own. However, I couldn't help but find it a little ironic that both of us had ended up in Europe due to unfortunate family circumstances at home.

I would never admit it aloud, but hearing Charlotte's confession of losing Declan's child after the second basket of warm bread had broken my own heart. I had two beautiful children with the man I loved, and the thought of losing them before I got the chance to meet them, it was a sad thought. It was sadder for me to think of Charlotte going through it before she even went to college. But it didn't make up for the lack of hardships she experienced as a Clarke, only made me wonder if perhaps the name was cursed.

The next morning found me awakening to the sound of my phone buzzing on my nightstand. I reached towards it instinctively, almost forgetting where I was as I answered.

"Hello?" I answered, the sun peeking through the curtains and lack of warm body beside me making me think I was at home while Alex was on business, not in the Hamptons while my husband slept in our Chicago home without me. I was expecting his rich voice on the other line, as he made a habit of calling to say good morning when he went out of town. But instead, the voice on the other end was female, and sounded rather confused.

"Genevieve?" I frowned, taking in my surroundings for the first time. I realized I wasn't in Chicago, and I quickly sat up, now recognizing the voice.

"Amanda," I said, surprised my sister was calling me again. I thought the last phone call would be the last, but instead she was calling me again. It was starting to feel like a real relationship.

"It's Emily," My sister corrected, "And I was wondering if you wanted to go wedding shopping," I nearly dropped the phone at that question. Wedding shopping? Sisters did that, but Amanda had made it clear she didn't want that from me, so why was she asking?

"What?" I managed to get out. "I thought you didn't want me here, or doing sisterly stuff with you," I said, starting to wonder if I was dreaming. But the moving alarm clock besides me said that wasn't the case, and neither did the slight pinch I gave myself.

"I don't. But you got Victoria upset last night, and I need to continue that. When I introduced you, I said we had been on a board together, and I think you and I could manage to throw a fake past friendship into how we know one another. Plus, I could say that I'm having you as a bridesmaid in place of Amanda." I tried to ignore the sinking feeling inside. I knew it was foolish, but I had hoped she might want me in the wedding because I was her sister, not because I was a pawn. But, as I had told myself before, a pawn was better than nothing.

"Okay, sure. Where do you want me to meet you?" I asked, throwing the blankets off of myself, watching as they landed on the shopping bags I had full of clothes. I had realized while looking for a dress for the gallery dinner that I needed more stuff to fit in, and now there was a sizeable pile near my bed filled with Hamptons appropriate attire. And it had only cost me, well I preferred not to think what it cost me, just grateful that my separate savings account for a rainy day had a sizeable amount of money in it that Alex didn't know about.

"I'll text you the address. See you soon," With that, the phone clicked in my ear and I was left to get up and rifle through the bags for something appropriate to wear, though I wasn't sure what that was. In Chicago, wedding shopping was usually done in a shirt and a pair of jeans, or at least my wedding dress shopping had been done in that.

As I picked out a cute lacy dress to wear, I thought back to my wedding dress shopping. I had gone with my mother, Alex's mother, and Alex's older sister. I remember wishing the entire time that my sister was there, and more than that my father. He had died two years prior to me getting married, and it was still hard to process as I was shoved into one dress then another, looking for the one that made me feel beautiful. I had ended up finding it on the way out of the store, and remember as I stared at myself in the mirror, being excited for Alex to see me in the dress. Yet, as I pulled my hair into a loose updo, I couldn't help but wonder if Amanda was going to be thinking the same thing about Daniel when she tried on her dress.